Parenthood is hard and scary.

There, I said it. Clutching your pearls yet? Shall I get the smelling salts? Or are you already nodding your head in agreement?

About twenty years ago, I was a brand-new mother. Looking back, most of my memories are a blur of sleepless nights,...

My husband is an extrovert.

I am an introvert.

I could just leave it at that and let you imagine what sort of hijinks have ensued, but I'll help you out: We've been married for 23 years. Together for 27. We've figured out a way to make it work. But...

Son reported to me this morning that Daughter is asleep on the couch in the upstairs TV room. This is unusual, but not particularly worrisome. "She just groaned when I walked in the room," he said. (Definitely not unusual.)

So I hop online and check Facebook. There, her status fills...

On your way to your massage appointment? Maybe you've been given a certificate for massage as a gift? (Lucky you!) As a licensed massage practitioner (and an ardent massage customer for years before that), I've lived both sides of the massage transaction. Here are some pointers for getting the most...

Ray Bradbury has not died. Not really.

I'm reminded of a lot of things today, including foremost Joni Mitchell's line:

Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?

Here are five reasons you should think before you say, "my kids are my whole life."

1. It reinforces "mommy martyrdom"

Webster's defines a martyr as "a person who sacrifices something of great value and especially life itself for the sake of principle." "Mommy Martyrs No More" is my...

I've unpacked our wedding album. Remember? The one we spent all that money on back in 1989, choosing only the very best pictures from the hundreds that were taken, and having them printed up as 8 x 10s? The one we cherished for...